You shrug, "Alright, sure." You and Jasmin do the best you can to play the music while you sing.
You are half way through it when you glance at the crowd and see the top of a head of black hair, as black as yours. You don't think anything of it, lots of people have black hair. You glance to your right and see TJ, who plays guitar, nudges Buddy and Natalie and jerks his head in the direction of the black-haired head.
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